An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed their

duty to see this though to the very end and make

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get their face masks…"

Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he

no one

look at us." Richard

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

drifting in the air, so there was

and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of

they carried, it was doubtful that they would share their goods with careless

to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of

wasn't strange for peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation

the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times

have no choice but to buy those items—whether it

peddlers to risk their lives by

there's no need to focus on those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't

cast their gaze on the man in his

held his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off an air of

quiet

Until now.

one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single one of his

he stared ahead, at the massive entrance of the

the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we

had a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the grim

cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons,

or weak, perished this

of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one possibly

there were unknown creatures that lurked in

understanding could not comprehend them, just as they could not understand the nature of their